FORTY EIGHT

RALIA

That night, I saw Maggi in my dream, she was standing by my bedside and watching me. She did not look angry, that means she was not angry. If she was she would have shown on her face.

But the look on her face was not the look of anger.sge had the look of compassion, tenderness and the look of pity on her face.

She stretched her hand and tried to touch me before I woke up.

It was so strange that I found myself lying on the bed when I woke, I remembered I had fallen asleep on the ground while crying.

How strange. I thought.

I got up early to get prepared, I was going to the woods to pick up the fruits that I would sell the next day.

After I finished picking the fruits today, I decided to play my make – believe game of imaginations.

I deliberately let the wind pick up my scarf and blew it away.

I quickly ran after it and went to pick it.

I bent down and picked it up, then started raising my head slowly. I was expecting to see a set of blue eyes, or grey eyes staring back at me as I